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- Herausgeber: December Drake
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
The side effects of a gene-altering, experimental treatment means that Damian could go primal. Regress. And be overcome with the urge to claim the right woman.
It sounds too crazy to believe. Divorced and bitter, all that Damian cares about is his infant son. Maybe he also cares a little too much about his young nanny, Maya. Even if he knows he should let her go soon, so she can start her own life.
Or, that had been the plan. Now that he’s caught in the throes of a primal regression, he knows he can’t ever let her go. She was meant to be his. And he’s going to bind her to him forever, by claiming her until she’s good and bred.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
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Claiming His Nanny
December Drake
Copyright © 2024 December Drake
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This book is a work of fiction. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
All characters are 18 years of age or older. This book is for mature audiences only and contains explicit content.
Contents
Chapter One
“Iwould once again like to reassure you that this response to your pheromones only affects a small percentage of the female population, and only during their ovulation.”
Damian raised a brow as he turned onto the steep mountain road, letting the voicemail message drone on over his truck’s speakers.
“…if you begin experiencing any of these symptoms, please contact me at this number immediately. I’ll be monitoring this line 24/7, and the Spectrum Institute team can —”
Damian cut off the message. He’d already listened to it twice, and it sounded no less crazy.
Apparently, months after an experimental erectile dysfunction treatment he’d received last year, he could start releasing special pheromones. Pheromones that would make a small portion of women incredibly aroused. While they were most fertile.
He could get riled up in return, if one of those women revved his engine enough. Then he might regress,as they’d put it, and succumb to primal instincts.
The instinct to take her raw, and fill her with his seed.
Damian snorted as he cruised around a sharp bend on the narrow road. He was fairly certain most of the straight male population had that urge, on a regular basis.
Either way, good luck to those horny women. He was a tough crowd.
His doctor had told him his ED was psychological, and he’d heartily agreed. If his ex hadn’t already hated him by then, she probably would have divorced him because of it. When she later walked out on him and their infant son, he didn’t put up a fight.
Three months after their son Jameson was born, she’d packed her shit and moved clear across the country to get away. Her last words had been that she’d regretted ever agreeing to start a family with him.
Damian only regretted her. He’d been mistaken to believe she would fit into the dream he had for his future.
It was no wonder he’d developed ED. His mind and heart had been reeling from the idea that his wife no longer loved him, and didn’t want their son. She’d hated every moment of motherhood, from the moment she’d gotten pregnant.
His cock had shut down at the idea of ever getting close enough to a woman to experience that pain again.
Yet, as he turned the last corner leading up to his driveway, the sight that greeted him warmed his entire body.
Maya, his twenty-two-year-old nanny, stood on the porch holding his son. She smiled and lifted Jameson’s chubby little fist to wave at Damian.
The late afternoon sun illuminated Maya’s dress from behind, clearly outlining the plump curves of her inner thighs through the thin fabric, and he groaned.
Maya could always hear his truck when he drove the final mile up the steep mountainside, and whenever Jameson wasn’t napping, she would bring his son to the porch to greet him.
Damian had started checking the nanny cam on his phone app to see if Jameson would be awake when he came home, because fuck, if he didn’t love coming home to this every day.
This was his dream, right here. He’d had an image just like it in mind, when he’d drawn up the designs for this house while finishing his architecture degree. A beautiful wife and child waiting for him after work, excited to see him.
But Maya wasn’t his wife. She deserved to find love and build her own family, so she could wait on that man’s porch one day.
She would never find that while she was cooped up here in a remote mountain home, as a nanny for a bitter, thirty-eight-year-old asshole like him.
He knew he needed to replace her soon, so she could get on with her young life. He just needed a few more weeks of basking in her light.
She was the reason he still had any trust left in women. Four months ago, he’d been going around to daycare centers, desperate for a referral to a nanny service for his three-month-old son.
Maya had been working part-time at the fifth daycare he’d tried. She’d taken one look at Jameson and fell in love, and quit on the spot to be his live-in nanny. Without even hearing what Damian would pay her.
Damian jumped down from his truck and slammed the door, walking up the driveway as she crouched, holding Jameson upright on his unsteady legs.
“Look — it’s Daddy, Jameson.”
Damian swallowed the growl in his throat. He longed to hear her call him Daddy in an entirely different, inappropriate context.
She had also taught him that his ED was a transient issue. The very next morning after she’d moved in, he’d already had his dick in his hand when he woke up.
He’d stroked himself off in bed as he listened to her hum songs around the house, pretending that she was his wife. That he could wake up and sink into her warmth every morning.
Damian scooped up Jameson and kissed his son’s forehead. Lately, he’d been having urges to bring Maya in for a hug and a kiss, as well. He fought to keep his hand at his side as he followed her into the house.
He raised his eyes from the soft jiggle of her ass, and noticed that Jameson was fully clothed and wearing shoes. “He’s all dressed up. Did you go for a walk?”
“Your aunt called to say she’s on her way. She said you promised to let her take Jameson this weekend? His bag is already packed.”
“Ah,” Damian groaned. “I completely forgot.”
He let Maya take Jameson from his arms again, so he could hang up his bag of drafting materials, and step out of his boots.
He heard her soft intake of breath when she leaned close, and he wondered if he’d imagined it. Surely, she couldn’t be attracted to his old ass.
He’d better have imagined it. Damian felt more on edge than usual. If Maya so much as winked at him, he’d have her pressed up against the nearest wall, his hands and mouth wandering long before his mind caught up.
Which would be wrong, he reminded himself. She was way too young, and he didn’t need to complicate their arrangement even more.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve remembered that I agreed to let Aunt Sue have him. Then you could’ve made plans for your free weekend. If you think of anything you want to do, just let me know, and I’ll take you.”
